MAINE has becomes the seventh state to replace Columbus Day with "Indigenous People's Day." The Anti-New York Times reports on this romanticizing of the past before the Big, Bad White Man showed up: Even the most libtarded academic eggheads do not deny the brutality and human sacrificing that was going on throughout pre-Columbian times. They just downplay or ignore it. But it was this brutality which enabled the Spaniards, with such ridiculously small numbers, to overthrow these vicious tyrants. That's because so many oppressed natives were eager to join the ranks of the Spaniards and throw off the murderous yoke of their Aztec, Mayan and Incan tormentors. The fact is, were it not for the arrival of Whitey and the Christian doctrine, these demonic mass-torture-murders would likely still being going on today. And that is why we, Whites and descendants of natives alike, should continue to honor the voyage of Columbus and those who came after him.  

  Sweet Stewardess of God, thy prayers We beg, who are God's ransomed heirs. O Virgin-born! O Flesh Divine! Cleanse us, and make us wholly thine. Mary, dear Mistress of my heart, What thou wouldst have me do, impart. Thou, who wert pure as driven snow, Make me as thou wert here below. O Queen of Heaven! obtain for me  Thy glory there one day to see. Oh then and there, on that bright day,  To me thy womb's chaste Fruit display. Source

Note: I have been unusually busy fixing up our house, which was built in 1953 and has all the problems that houses built quickly in that era have. Due to the mess, we have had no internet or phone connection for almost two weeks. I hope to resume regular blogging shortly, as soon as this exhausting and rewarding effort is over. 

In the meantime, a reader whom many of you know from this site was kind enough to notice that this month is the tenth anniversary of this blog.

Alan writes:

This month marks the tenth anniversary of The Thinking Housewife.

It was at Lawrence Auster’s blog View from the Right that I first read the name Laura Wood.  Much of what Mr. Auster wrote seemed eminently reasonable to me.  He was out-of-step with the contemporary zeitgeist fully as much as I was.  Reading many of Laura Wood’s comments at VFR and then discovering The Thinking Housewife made it clear to me that she, too, had strayed far from Right-Think and Right-Speak (which is to say:  Left-Think and Left-Speak). (more…)

SPRING QUIET Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs Arching high over A cool green house; Full of sweet scents, And whispering air Which sayeth softly: ‘‘We spread no snare; ‘‘Here dwell in safety, Here dwell alone, With a clear stream And a mossy stone. ‘‘Here the sun shineth Most shadily; Here is heard an echo Of the far sea, Though far off it be.’’ ---- Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)  

ALAN writes: “When people sing by themselves less, write poetry less, play musical instruments less, they finally end by thinking for themselves less.” --- Eric Sloane, The Second Barrel, New York: Funk & Wagnalls, 1969, p. 90 Pre-packaged music, pre-packaged poetry, and pre-packaged thought:  A winning trifecta for modernists.  

PAUL MICHAEL CLARK writes:

Given your post about The Brady Bunch and prime-time propaganda, you might find interesting the following extract from Barry Williams’s memoir Growing Up Brady. Mr. Williams, who played the eldest son on that show, here recalls a pre-production meeting between Brady Bunch creator Sherwood Schwartz and ABC bosses regarding Carol Brady, the mother character:

“Sherwood and the network locked horns over the fate of Carol’s first husband. Sherwood wanted him alive, well, and happily divorced from Carol, but the network demanded his death. Sherwood met with the brass, smiled, nodded, and was extremely polite, but paid no attention to the suggestions: he left the fate of the girls’ father uncertain. You may notice she never refers to the guy as being dead. In Sherwood’s mind, Carol Brady was television’s first divorcee!”

As an unwitting chronicler of social decline, however, Barry Williams displays a curious ignorance about his era’s TV history, odd for a man whose fame is buried there. Seven years before The Brady Bunch first appeared, actress Vivian Vance made her debut as divorced mother Viv Bagley on CBS’s The Lucy Show. This was no cameo, but rather a multi-season, co-star role as sidekick to Lucille Ball’s title character. In addition, a couple of years after Miss Vance left the program, she reprised “Viv” for guest appearances in which the character was by then “remarried.”  (Off screen, Vivian Vance was on her fourth “marriage” while Lucille Ball had recently divorced Desi Arnaz. To locate The Lucy Show in our cultural timeline, it premiered the same month as did Vatican II.) (more…)

MICHAEL from New Jersey writes:

I am enjoying the posts of Eric R. (here, here and here) who seems to have become the resident music critic at THW dot net.

I quite agree, “classical music” is ambiguous for the reasons stated; and that “European art music” is the preferred term.

But surely not “Western European….” That I have never seen. Where does that leave Brahms? Vienna is not Western Europe. Chopin? Warsaw is not Western Europe. Dvorak? Prague is not Western Europe. Vivaldi? Venice is not Western Europe, and the whole of Italy is not either.

“European art music” is simple, descriptive, accurate, basically coterminous with the practice of written music — musical notation being a European invention dating from ca 1035. (more…)

A MOTHER of five on the verge of death in 1925 was suddenly restored to health as the Easter bells rang. Shield of Faith tells the story of Padre Pio and the sick woman's miraculous recovery.  

  IN CASE you missed it: the architect who oversaw restoration of Notre Dame Cathedral in 2013 and was chief architect of France's historic monuments says the ancient oak timbers of the cathedral could not have ignited and burned so quickly without "a lot of kindling:" “Oak that is 800-years-old is very hard – try to burn it,” Mouton said. “Old oak, it is not easy at all. You would need a lot of kindling to succeed… It stupefies me.” Asked to present an explanation for how the blaze spread so quickly and with such strength, Mouton asserted that there were no additional precautions that could have been taken to ensure such a “quick” incineration could be prevented. “In the Nineties, we updated all the electrical wiring of Notre Dame,” Mouton said. “So there is no possibility of a short circuit. We updated to conform with the contemporary norms, even going very far – all the detection and protection systems against fire in the cathedral.” Mouton also revealed that there are two watchmen on duty around the clock who monitor for any chance of fire, adding that the technical and security measures taken to protect monuments like Notre Dame are unprecedented. [Source] The New York Times blamed the fire on Mouton. This video supposedly shows the effect of a blow torch on old oak. Hmm, the fire may have been a case of "some people doing something." In related news, a…

  I WAS walking through the lobby of an "assisted living" facility about two years ago when I saw a touching and beautiful sight. Someone had brought in a glass tank filled with straw and placed it on a table in the lobby, where the residents gathered to watch television and stare off into the distance. Racing about in little circles inside the tank were several small, fuzzy, energetic, and bewildered baby chicks. An old woman -- partly balding, no longer in possession of her full mind, clearly out of touch with the important and complicated world beyond this place -- sat in front of the tank, which was lit with a warming incubator light. She was riveted. Every particle of her being, it seemed, was concentrated on the sight before her. Sitting as close to the tank as possible and hunching over to see as much as she could, she stared at the chicks without moving or speaking. It was genius and great kindness on the part of whoever brought the chicks there. They were filled with an energy and newness the old woman no longer possessed. And, like her, their existence was caught up in the tiniest of things. The sight of them gave her new life. We all possess within us the capacity for rebirth. Whether we are old or young, rich or poor, happy or sad, smart or senile, we have the capacity for resurrection. In…

  "JESUS on the cross! O stupendous sight for heaven and earth of mercy and of love! To see the Son of God dying through pain upon a cross of infamy, condemned as a malefactor to so bitter and shameful a death, in order to save sinful men from the penalty that was due to them! This sight has ever been, and will always be, the subject of the contemplation of the saints, and has led them willingly to renounce all the goods of the earth, and to embrace with great courage sufferings and death, that they might make themselves more pleasing to a God who died for love of them. The sight of Jesus despised between two thieves has made them love contempt far more than worldings have loved the honors of the world. Beholding Jesus covered with wounds upon the cross, they hold in abhorrence the pleasures of sense, and have endeavored to afflict their flesh in order to unite their sufferings to the sufferings of the Crucified. Beholding the patience of our Savior in his death, they have joyfully accepted the most painful sicknesses, and even the most cruel torments that tyrants can inflict. Lastly, from beholding the love of Jesus Christ in being willing to sacrifice his life for us in a sea of sorrows, they have sought to sacrifice to him all that they had, possessions, children, and even life itself." --- St. Alphonsus De…

ONE of the typical signs of a false flag is a dramatic rescue, an exciting leitmotif that gets ’em coming back for more.

At Christchurch, we had the man hailed as a hero for chasing the shooter from mosque. At the Pulse nightclub shootings in Florida, we had the hero cop. At the Nice truck attack, we had the hero motorcyclist.

The presence of a hero, whose story is instantly broadcast around the world, is certainly not conclusive proof that state-sponsored terrorism is at work. After all, real heroism exists. But when a hero who has been at other false flag events, whose story reads as if scripted by a Hollywood producer, is involved then we have at the very least an important suggestion that the official story of a public disaster is not true.

Such is the case with the story of Fr. Jean-Marc Fournier who reportedly rescued the Crown of Thorns and a Nail from the Holy Cross from the burning Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris this week.  This New York Times account is one of many that reads like a movie trailer. The audience will believe anything.

Fr. Fournier, we are told, was also allegedly involved in the Bataclan shooting in Paris, rushing inside and imparting a general absolution on those who had been shot.

When he saw the flames getting closer to the cathedral’s two towers, Father Fournier’s thoughts turned to another fire chaplain: the Rev. Mychal F. Judge, who died at the World Trade Center on Sept. 11, 2001.

Father Fournier’s job has made him a witness to some of his own city’s most traumatic events in recent years.

A chaplain with the Paris Fire Brigade since 2011, Father Fournier, 53, saw the bodies of the journalists and cartoonists killed at the Charlie Hebdo newsroom in January 2015. He was also at the scene shortly after an attacker stormed a kosher supermarket two days later. And he was among the hundreds of firefighters who evacuated survivors at the Bataclan concert hall during the Paris attacks in November 2015, where 90 people died in a terrorist attack.

Not just one, not two, but three probable staged events, for which this ever-present priest just happened to be on hand. And now a fourth.

Fr. Fournier is reportedly a former member of the Fraternity of St Peter (FSSP), a traditionalist order in communion with Rome. Why did he leave? What is his full background? We do not know.

Could the story of his dramatic rescue be true? Yes.

But a rescue of the Crown of Thorns during Holy Week from a building more iconic of Christian civilization than almost any other, a building intensely despised by the Church’s enemies? It all reads as if it came from a committee of mass manipulators thrilled with their own talents.

Let’s reserve judgment about this suspicious fire, which some are predictably blaming on Muslims. Let’s reserve judgment until we know more. The suspension of belief is an assertion of independence and sanity. (more…)

FROM The Ideal of Reparation by Raoul Plus, S.J. (1882-1958):

“WHY did Christ come upon earth? To make Reparation; for no other reason. He came to repair His Divine work which sin had ruined, to restore to man his supernatural life; to compensate, by His merits, for the insult offered to the Father in the garden of Eden and for those insults which man’s malice daily renews and multiplies. He came to expiate by His sufferings in the stable, during His Hidden Life and on the Cross, the human selfishness which began with man’s creation and never ceases.

“Our dear Lord could have performed this work of Reparation alone, but He did not so will it. He has chosen as associates each one of us, every Christian. We must grasp this truth well, for it is the foundation of the doctrine of Reparation. (more…)

  ERIC R. writes: The Scottish born Roman Catholic James MacMillan (b. 1959) produced a real gem of 20th-Century music with the intensely expressive and sonically varied Seven Last Words from the Cross for choir and string orchestra. The work was commissioned in 1993 by the BBC. The writing for choir is very difficult (highly dissonant tonalities), and exploits almost every aspect of the human voice, including glissandi, speaking and whispering. The amount of varied material the composer gets out of the limited instrumentation of choir and strings is impressive. The string orchestra does much more than just accompany the singing. The strings are their own voice, and in the last movement, you can even hear some hints of Scottish folk music. There are times when only the choir is featured, others when only the strings are called upon. But mainly, choir and orchestra work with each other to produce an integrated work of modern art. What is wonderful about music after the hyper-modern movement of the early to mid-20th century is the freedom allowed artists remains but the extreme experimentation has passed. There was nowhere else for music to go after Anton Webern, Elliot Carter, Pierre Boulez and Meredith Monk. Every aspect of music, tonality, rhythm, melody, instrumentation was blown up! John Cage dropped a grand piano onto a football field from a helicopter, for Pete’s sake! As eye-rolling as some of modern music seems, the modern composer can…

ZENO writes: [You wrote:] "Notre Dame is owned by the state and will probably be rebuilt as the museum of Catholicism it was before the fire." Don't be so sure. The French government is already calling modern architects to rebuild the spire more in tune with "the challenges of our era" and "consistent with our modern diverse nation." Given that there were restoration works going on exactly on the roof and spire that burned, I wonder if the fire was not indeed done on purpose by the government, exactly in order to "restore it" or rather rebuild it afterwards in a post-modern way.

  LEEKS are a great vegetable in the kitchen, very popular in French cooking and in Wales, where the leek is a national emblem and where they supposedly say, Eat leeks in March and wild garlic in May And all year after physicians may play. They are not so common on American tables but they have definitely grown in popularity. Botanically, leeks are related to onions, shallots, garlics and scallions. As an edible, they have a subtlety that is superior to all of these. Though leeks usually reach full maturity in the fall, they can be found in supermarkets all year. Look for ones that are not dried out at the ends and not super-thick. (Thinner seems better.) The long leaves are white at the base, light green in the middle and dark green at the end. The ends are tough and not usually used, though they make a good addition to stock. When they are straight from the garden, leeks are loaded with sandy dirt between the leaves and it's best to slice them crosswise and then put them in a bowl full of water for a few minutes to thoroughly remove the dirt. Several rinses may be needed. Leeks are great with Easter dinner because their subtlety goes well with strong tasting meats such as ham and lamb. Their gentle green is suggestive of spring. Here is a recipe from Williams Sonoma that I have made several times. If you make…

  "Today, again, our Saviour sets out in the morning for Jerusalem. His intention is to repair to the temple, and continue His yesterday's teachings. It is evident that His mission on earth is fast drawing to its close. He says to His Disciples: You know that after two days shall be the Pasch, and the Son of Man shall be delivered up to be crucified (St. Matth., xxvi. 2). On the road from Bethania to Jerusalem, the Disciples are surprised at seeing the fig tree, which their Divine Master had yesterday cursed, now dead. Addressing himself to Jesus, Peter says: Rabbi, behold, the fig tree, which thou didst curse, is withered away (St. Mark, xi. 21). In order to teach us that the whole of material nature is subservient to the spiritual element, when this last is united to God by faith,--Jesus replies: Have the faith of God. Amen I say to you, that whosoever shall say to this mountain: Be thou removed and cast into the sea! and shall not stagger in his heart, but believe, that whatsoever he saith shall be done, it shall be done unto him (Idem, ibid., 22, 23). Having entered the City, Jesus directs his steps towards the Temple. No sooner has he entered, than the Chief Priests, the Scribes, and the Ancients of the people, accost him with these words: By what authority dost thou these things? and who has given thee…

  STEPHEN HEINER writes at True Restoration: I was on a train back into Paris this afternoon when I started receiving a number of messages on my phone asking if I had heard about Notre Dame.  The roof was on fire, I was told, and it might be difficult to put out.  But the first thought that came to mind was that all things happen by God's will or His permission.  Nothing is random.  Everything has a purpose.  This was Monday of Holy Week.  Could I help but think of Our Lord's words, "Weep not for me, but for your children"? Just yesterday in the liturgy Our Lord was triumphantly welcomed into Jerusalem, a city He so loved.  A city whose denizens He wished to gather as "the hen doth gather her chickens under her wings."  A city that would not know, would not accept the "things that are to thy peace." France, in the person of King Louis XIV, that most disastrous of Capetian monarchs, refused the request of Our Lord to be consecrated to the Sacred Heart.  One hundred years later his descendant was cruelly murdered.  Paris, where Our Lady appeared to St. Catherine Laboure the day after King Charles X was chased out of office by the mob, missed Our Lady's message and continued spreading her errors, born of the so-called "Enlightenment" and come to life in the Terror.  Notre Dame de Paris, one of the most celebrated cathedrals…